Hello,

I know it's been a long time :D but here's chapter 2 I hope you like it.

The news that a new special ops squad had been chosen spread like wildfire through Autobot headquarters and soon every one knew that the team was on its way and already a welcome party was being planned

The news that a new special ops squad had been chosen and on its way was a secret, so obviously it spread like a wildfire through the base and it didn't take long before everyone knew about it. Soon one could hear bots sitting huddled in the recroom planning a welcoming party for the new arrivals.

Thus there wasn't much of a surprise when Blaster, the self appointed leader of the party planning, knocked on the door to Prowl's office with a request for funding to the event. After his initial dismissal Blaster had not left, but stayed to try and convince him that the party was a good idea and when he had refused to leave after a half hour Prowl had told him that he would reconsider it and for Blaster to return later that day for his decision.

Prowl had not had any intention of granting Blaster the fund but he had to get rid of the orange mech somehow so that he could return to working on more important things. But when the "news" that Prowl was considering giving them the funds a horde of bots started camping out outside his office and when they started interfering he called Prime to get rid of them. Unfortunately this resulted in his Creator stopping by to tell him exactly why he had to grant the funds.

He squeezed the bridge connection between his nasal structure and his helm, his internal temperature was rising due to all the unforeseen happenings causing his head to ache. He groaned glad that at least his Creator's arguments made sense and even if he didn't completely understand it, the party would raise the morals of the soldiers. Logically it would be advantageous for everyone if the party plans got put into action.

Thus he sent an internal message to Blaster to inform him of his decision. Three minutes later he knew that it had been received, and the message spread, due to the roar of noise outside his office. Blaster's voice standing out as he tried to organize the chaotic mess. Finally Prowl had had enough. He rose from his chair and opened the door to his office. The silence in the wake of his appearance was deafening.

"I do believe we have a room assigned for this kind of activities." His voice was level as he reprimanded the bots in the hallway. He spotted Blaster trying to hide in the crowd. "As for you," he said pinning him with a glare. "While I did grant your request I believe I also informed you that it could be withdrawn if it caused any inconveniences. And If I am not mistaken you are all located in the hallway of the command offices." He saw Blasters optics widen as he perceived the threat.

"Sorry, sir. We'll move to another location immediately" he said and started to shoo the crowd out of the hallway toward the recroom.

"Damn, dude. And here I thought he might not be such a prude." Someone whispered as they passed by him.

Everything was ready for the arrival of the new special operations squad. A podium for the command and the arriving Autobots had been installed on the main landing platform and they had even had to close off space for the landing spacecraft since so many were going to be present.

So when the ship carrying the special ops team arrived there was no surprise that the platform was packed with bots eagerly awaiting their new companions. The new arrivals were after all an essential part of their forces.

As the ship was landing Optimus Prime and his commandeers made their way to the podium.

"Members of the Autobot army all of you who stand before me, you know what we are fighting for and that we do so with pride. You have gathered here to day to celebrate and welcome new members of our proud installation. These mechs you are about to meet have travelled far to reach Cybertron and help us in our cause, and as your leader I have been blessed with this opportunity to welcome our new arrivals into our community here at headquarters. With that said I will not keep you any longer, so with out further ado I present to you our new Special Operations Squad." Optimus made a sweeping gesture with his arm towards the space ship behind him and the hatch to the space craft opened with a hiss and light and smoke spilled out of the entrance framing the mechs inside.

There was a tense silence hanging over the gathered crowd as they studied the strangers. A silence which was broken by grand applause when one of them started forward and moved out from the opening and into the light of day. The other mechs followed their leader and soon they were all gathered on the podium in front of the whole crowd.

"These are the mechs that, from now on, will be part of this base, part of us. Their names are Bumblebee, Mirage, Smokescreen, Bluestreak, Blurr and their leader Jazz." Each mech stepped forward when their name was called, making a small salute towards the crowd. "Please treat them with the same amount of respect you would any other bot residing here. I will now leave you to your own devices and you will have time to get to know our new addition to Headquarters at the party that Blaster has arranged for later tonight." Optimus Prime let out a small chuckle as the crowd went into an uproar of jubilation and started to disperse to get ready for the upcoming party. He turned toward the rest of the mech on the podium and smiled,

"As for us, we are all needed for a debriefing, it is essential that you explain your roles among your team."

"Of course, sir." said the black and white mech known as Jazz with a quirked smile. "We'll get right to it, if ya just show us the way."

As they all gathered around the table in the conference room Prowl took time to study the new squad he had helped choose. His glance swept over the gathered mech going through what he had found out about them in his head.

Noting that every one had settled and that Optimus had started the introductions of his command, he checked his posture and found it to be perfect, as he always did when in the company of bots other than his Creator. His back was straight, doorwings held high and perfectly still chin lifted and his ice blue optics revealing nothing.

As Optimus Second in Command he was naturally introduced first and gave the newcomers a small nod before going back to studying them. If something about the new crew had been documented he knew it, but he had found that documents could be misleading and that you could learn a lot by simply observing others.

His gaze, still not betraying anything, landed on the yellow one.

Bumblebee, he thought. According to the sealed records, all records of the personnel of the special operations squads were sealed, he was a sneaky little mech who quickly had found his calling among the spies.

The most notable quality of the next member was his seeming inability to control his voice modulator. What wasn't perceived at first glance was the fact that the mech was an excellent marksman, of which the likes had not been seen among the Autobot forces in a long time. Prowl made a note to stay away from Bluestreak lest he wanted his audios to malfunction.

Mirage had been a surprise seeing as most of the noble bots had sided with the more wealthy and brutal Decepticons. His cloaking ability making him optimal for infiltration and instantly earned him a place in the squad.

Why Smokescreen was there was obvious. After all, who better to take care of the secretive team and analyze the command than a medically trained psychologist.

One of the mechs had been fidgeting since he stepped of the spacecraft, the others probably thought he was nervous but Prowl knew that Blurr couldn't help it. His operating system and main computer had been set for extreme speeds which meant his core programs got agitated when he was forced to be still, thus the twitching.

Finally his optics were drawn to the remaining mech, Jazz, commander of the special operations squad and the most talented and versatile bot of them all. The racers coloring was at first glance to be like his own, a simple black and white, but at places Prowl spotted blue racing stripes accenting his form. Every single gesture he made was smooth, though a bit excessive at times, and when he moved around he seemed to follow a rhythm.

'Probably his advanced internal sound system.'

The Porsche had been recruited early but otherwise his past was fairly uninteresting. His positive attitude stemmed from him being raised among merchants and thus having learnt early on to appreciate what he had and not mourn the loss, whether that was friends or more material things didn't matter.

Prowl's mind turned fully back onto the ongoing introductions after setting a reminder to check the results of Ratchet's medical examination, this time asking his Creator for them instead of hacking the files. Nobody had noticed his inattentiveness through Optimus speech, though the only one who would've possibly had the ability to notice would have been the CMO, and all the others were firmly focused on the Commander even if Blurr's optics constantly darted around the room, which made Red Alert pin him with a glare for agitating his own glitch.

The Prime stood from his seat and smiled at the mechs gathered around him.

"If all of you follow Prowl he will show you your quarters before taking you to the Medbay for your checkup." He said with a gesture toward the Cruiser. "After that you are free to get ready for the welcoming party that has been prepared."

Prowl stood from his own seating with a nod to Optimus and beckoned for the others to follow him. One by one the others followed his example and left the conference room to get prepared.

Next chapter will have the party. I promise (prays that she won't have to eat her words)

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